Happy new year
Rest. Wait. No other one will help us here. We must help ourselves to each other.
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The seasons revolve and the years change
With no assistance or supervision,
The moon, without taking thought,
Moves in its cycle, full, crescent, and full.
The white moon enters the heart of the river ;
The air is drugged with azalea blossoms ;
Deep in the night a pine cone falls ;
Our campfire dies out in the empty mountains.
The sharp stars flicker in the tremulous branches ;
The lake is black, bottomless in the crystalline night ;
High in the sky the Northern Crown
Is cut in half by the dim summit of a snow peak.
O heart, heart, so singulary
Intransigeant and corruptible,
Here we lie entranced by the starlit water,
And moments that should each last forever
Slide unconsciously by us like water.
Kenneth Rexroth, Another spring (The shorter poems).
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